My Son-in-Law Saw Who I Copied on the Email

the recorder.

I surprised myself.

I hit his hand with my coffee mug.

Hard.

The mug did not break. His knuckles made a dull sound, and he pulled back cursing.

“Don’t touch evidence,” I said.

My voice sounded like the one I used on sophomores who thought throwing a desk chair was going to impress me.

Caleb looked at me with pure hate.

Good.

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